Beginning with its conclusion Misdirected by what's right Actual illusion Weakened by its might The deserving marital value Priced for quick exchange
Traduzione: DRI. Matrimonio.
: Beginning with its conclusion Misdirected by what's right Actual illusion Weakened by its might The deserving marital value Priced for quick exchange
Crossed over flows, platinum jewelery to get a plaque in the industry But never the I-S-L-to the O-R-D I keep my shit muddy like my Timbs be, you fake
regardless whatever your bars is I don't give a fuck cause I be the hardest nigga [Hook:] Styles P: I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP Everyday I
breathing*} breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me with less I got a skunk, in my trunk I'm lyin
Quoi quelle d'vienne, quoi quelle fasse (POURQUOI?) Parce que stune charogne, stune degeulasse (Ah Ouin) Elle va sucer Marc pour ensuite Embrasser Raymond En gardant dans sa bouche un restant d
But I make TLC stand for They Love Chino when I terrify You'll never eat Chili cuz I'm an arsonist like Left-Eye But I can't forget I, heard you say you
what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?) [Poetic] Yo, I'm comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact I'm placin the
dog's retainer Forever will I shine and remain a.. a.. a.. Champ without a warnin, I cherish every moment I shoot like if I'm on my last Yo check it out
made you want to poisen yourself She still gained respect from most people And big up to Rinse FM for going legal There's a Royal Marriage on the way But I
my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to mp3s From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold
into charcoal I pull out, machetes in public I get sick, and put a dead fuck in the dump quick They stutter and prick, the murdered (D-d-d-d-don't kill
But I was wide oped off you Whoever thought I'd be fabricatin lies to get up out the precinct Kickin my G, hopin police believe me Now I'm standin in
I'm winnin' by a landslide I got I got my own steps, I got my own style I got my own steps, I got my own style I got my own steps, I got my own style I
me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D'
[Verse 1 - XV] Yeah, do I want this bad as I think that I want it? Posters on the wall, you'd think that I'm wanted Jessie James style, living without
I got my own steps I got my own style x4 I can get this party started, Watch how a nigguh do it x4 I got my own steps I got my own style x4 I can
